Rhyme crimes

[Jason James Gairn]

Anyone dig poetry?

[Mr Ed]

Of course. Verse and worse.

 

 

 

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;

All mimsy were the borogoves,

And the mome raths outgrabe.

 

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!

The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!

Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun

The frumious Bandersnatch!"

 

He took his vorpal sword in hand:

Long time the manxome foe he sought—

So rested he by the Tumtum tree,

And stood awhile in thought.

 

And as in uffish thought he stood,

The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,

Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,

And burbled as it came!

 

One, two! One, two! and through and through

The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!

He left it dead, and with its head

He went galumphing back.

 

"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?

Come to my arms, my beamish boy!

O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"

He chortled in his joy.

 

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;

All mimsy were the borogoves,

And the mome raths outgrabe.

[Mr Ed]

HAD I the heavens' embroidered cloths,

Enwrought with the golden and silver light,

The blue and the dim and the dark cloths

Of night and light and half-light,

I would spread the cloths under your feet

But I, being poor, have only my dreams;

I have spread my dreams beneath your feet;

Tread softly because you tread on my dreams...

 

William Butler Yeats

[Jason James Gairn]

never far from a python connection are we? Snark snark.

[Jason James Gairn]

 

William Butler Yeats

 

Massive rhyming dude.

[Mr Ed]

never far from a python connection are we? Snark snark.

Chortle:001_tongue:

[TheTreeWiseMen]

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan

A stately pleasure-dome decree

Where Alph, the sacred river ran,

Through caverns measureless to man

Down to a sunless sea......

 

....and I'll have to look up the next verse! Unless someone else knows it off by heart?

[TheTreeWiseMen]

"Oh Tiber, father Tiber, to whom the Romans pray,

A Roman's life, a Roman's arms, take thou in charge this day!"

So he spake and, speaking, sheathed the good sword by his side,

And, with his harness on his back, plunged headlong in the tide.

[MasterBlaster]

We met upon a hill, the night was cool and still

She sucked my dormant will

Mother,she blew my brain,I will go back again

My God,she shook my cold

I had no time to spare,I grabber her golden hair

And threw her to the ground

Father,she caved, Oh Lord,the things she said

My God,she should be told.

I was very smart,broke the gentle hearts

Of many young virgins

I was quick on the ball,left them so lonely

They'd just give up trying

Then she took my head, smashed it up,

Left my young blood rising,

Crushed me mercilessly,kept me going around

So she didn't know how I crave her so

I'll give me love in vain,to reach that peak again

We met upon a hill

Mother,she blew my brain,I will go back again

My God, she shook me cold.

[treequip]

The tractor stands frozen-------- an agony

to think of. All night

snow packed it frozen entrails. Now a head pincering gale,

a spill of molten ice, smoking snow,

Pours into it’s steel

At white heat of numbness it stands

In the aimed hosing of ground level fieriness.

It defies flesh and won’t start.

Hands are like wounds already

Inside armour gloves, and feet are unbelievable

As if the toe nails were all just torn off.

I stare at it i hatred, Beyond it

The copse hisses ----capitulates miserably

In the feeing failing light. Starlings,

A dirtier sleetier snow, blow smokily, unendingly, over

Towards plantations eastward.

All the time the tractor is sinking

Through The degrees deepening

Into it’s hell of ice.

The starting lever

Cracks it’s action, like a snapping knuckle.

The battery is alive but like a lamb

Trying to nudge it’s solid frozen mother

While the seat claims my buttock bones, bites

With space cold of earth that it has joined

In one solid lump.

I squirt commerciall sure fire

Down the black throat---It just coughs.

It ridicules me-A trap of iron stupidity

I’ve stepped into. I drive the battery

As if I were hammering and hammering

the frozen arrangement to pieces with a hammer

And if jabbers laughing pain—crying mockingly

Into happy life.

And stands

Shuddering itself full of heat, seeming to enlarge slowly.

Like a demon demonstrating

A more than usually complete materialisation

Suddenly it jerks from it’s solidarity.

With the concrete and lurches towards a stanchion

Bursting with super human well-being and abandon

Shouting Where Where?

Worse iron is waiting. Power lift kneels

Levers awake imprisoned dead weight

Shackle pins bedded in cast iron cow ****

The blind and vibrating condemned obedience

Of iron to the cruelty of iron.

Wheels screech out of their night locks-----

Fingers

Among the tonnage of burning iron

Eyes weeping in the win of chloroform

And the tractor, Streaming with sweat,

Raging and trembling and rejoicing.

 

Ted Hughes